Who Am I Really? [Nandon][Open]

[Brenton]

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The hour of reckoning was rapidly approaching, an omen of doom for all who supported the Empire in any way, and slowly the armies of the freedom fighters gathered. They congregated to the south where humans, urgals, kull, dwarves, werecats, and assorted others rested and laughed. To the north and heading toward Du Weldenvarden, the elven armies were camped a day's march from the walls with their own festivities going on. It was a sign of true soldiers in the midst when you could look around and see weapons at the ready and slow patrols around the perimeter, but in the center was the greatest of them all.

The center of the camp was where the royal tent was and where the king, Brenton Bromsson, now sat looking at himself in the mirror. He saw no resemblance to Brom or even to Eragon so how was he related to them? There were no signs that he was a relative of Islanzadi or Arya either and that made him uncomfortable in his chair. Yet there was one thing that the king did see, imperfection. He was not as he should be, in his kingly attire without weapons aside from his yew bow and Argetadurna.

With a sigh, Brenton picked up a comb made of wood, pearl, and bone as he raked its teeth through his long hair to untangle it. Next he took a leather thong and pulled his hair back from his face, so it revealed the slightly pointed ears and exotic features, just to tie the leather strip in place. Once his hair was tied back, he went to work on his face, going over each inch to find flaws in his appearance. Slowly scars were removed with magic and blemishes that looked unnatural to him were erased as well.

After his hair and face were fixed, the king stripped out of his royal clothing and pulled out a modest set of apparel from a chest. The pants were made of thick wool which fit to his legs just right so as to go into his leather boots that were softened and made of worn leather. Next a pair of iron greaves were put over his shins than also covered his boots. A shirt was unnecessary as Brenton put an iron breastplate, shoulder guards, and bracers on his torso. Tattered red cloth was put around his waist and another piece attached to his left shoulder in a half cape.

Brenton buckled his sword belt on and another belt went on over his shoulder to put his bow and quiver. Quickly he pulled out two older leaf bladed long swords that Brenton had nearly forgotten about and slipped them into the sheathe in his quiver. His yew bow was slipped into another sheathe of the quiver and then 50 arrows went into the quiver last to top it off. Finally he clipped Undbitr to his left hip and put Argetadurna on his back so the hilt protruded downward at an angle next to his left hip.

Once Brenton was done with all of that he looked at himself and smiled for he finally looked like he should. This was who he felt like he should be but the king couldn't figure out why or how he had the clothing, armor, or weapons. It made no sense to him and the dreams that plagued him were no help either.

[Nandon]

William sighed slightly as he made his way carefully past the elven patrols, And eyed the elven camp. Noting the strength of the elves he nodded to himself, The force assembled now against the empire was vast, And perhaps...Just perhaps, They had a chance to win the battle before them.

William withdrew back past the patrols and to his camp some distance away from the elven camp and started to pack his things up, He would soon ride for the Battle site.

[Brenton]

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((Day 3 of being sick so my posts will be a little out of whack now.))

Brenton glanced up as the elves began to mutter to their allies around them about someone within their ranks. But who would cause a race so fair and kind to start talking so rudely behind their back unless they were an enemy? That caused the king to return to his current situation and start going toward the center of the commotion where, presumably, the intruder was at.

Still as he arrived it was too late for the person had left the elven camp and went to a smaller camp off in the distance. Well the king would just have to make his presence known then. So he walked past the patrols and ran to the other camp, feet making hardly a sound as they touched the ground. He slowed and walked up to the only person he could see in the camp and cleared his throat softly.

Did you need to speak to me, stranger? You were inside my camp just a minute ago and my subjects were worried you might be a dangerous foe so I deem it necessary to find out. If you have to see the Queen then she is back at the camp, but I am King Brenton of the elven race and I can handle anything that does not require her attention personally.

[Nandon]

William quite literally almost jumped out of his skin at Brenton voice, He turned quickly, Forcing himself not to reach for his sword, His hood was still thankfully up, And the bottom of his face would be easily seen, While the top half was abit harder.

"Greetings king...No I am not your enemy, I was simply surveying the might of the elves for my own eyes...Judging our chances against the empire...I am fairly confident we will win."

[Brenton]

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Brenton looked at the man for a few seconds, trying to determine why he looked so familiar without the hood, but it was useless. The king's mind was elsewhere and even with a familiar voice, this stranger was still unidentified. Brenton nodded as he heard what the man said though and smiled slightly at the thought of the elves actually being able to beat Galbatorix.

Understandable enough, I guess. Although even though the elven army is vast, we are but a fraction of the size that Galbatorix is sure to muster together when the battle actually approaches in a short time. Yet let us not sit and dwell upon that which we cannot change on such a momentous day. Come, join us in the camp where you can eat and possibly enjoy some company. Maybe I'll be able to introduce you to some of those people that will be fighting with us in this battle.

[Nandon]

William backed away a bit at the invitation. "Alas...But I cannot...I must make my own preparations for the battle, though I thank you kindly for the invitation." William said softly, He definitely couldn't go into that camp and make it out alive.

[Brenton]

((Lemme see if Archangel by TSFH works for inspiration here as well))

Brenton nodded as he looked at the person with a newfound respect born of determination to prepare. While the more carefree elves were celebrating another night under the sky, this anonymous warrior was ready to sit and do whatever it took to ready himself. War was facing them all head on and even Brenton was more worried about his appearance and being free spirited yet he would take a page from the man's book of conduct. It was time to go and sharpen weapons as well as oil armor all by hand while making sure that everyone was certain they were ready.

The road before them was shrouded in mystery but the monarch made a vow to find a way to illuminate the path even a miniscule bit. That was his mission for these next few days and someone as stubborn and willful as Brenton Bromsson would make sure it happened as he planned.

I understand, friend, and offer my assistance in any way you can think of. If you need help then sound this horn and I will come to see what I can offer up for aid. Now good luck with your preparations and may your swords stay sharp. May the stars watch over you. Brenton handed William a horn made of bone before walking away and heading back to the camp.